Mission on the Frontline Songtext / Lyric

Mission on the Frontline Songtext
On your face a bright flash of combat grin
Marked with the blood a flag on a rock
the sign on a banner will accuse others
hide the stains of blood on your hands your hell isn't called a war
And destruction is only a working
blood, death, it's a hell for others
It's the only a mission on the Front line

the order is received already
you're not to choose any more
and as mechanism appendage
you will be kill without a word
And all the world which is surrounded you
you will tear down in stones and ashes
You're not a beast, you 're not a maniaс
you 're simply assasin

your hell isn't called a war
And destruction is only a working
blood, death, that's a hell for others
It's the only a mission on the Front line

the evil fate is your second name
but to struggle with fate is the same work
There is someone for whom your death
It's the only a mission on the Front line

There're not innocents in the firing line
all logs in a fire chamber are guiltless
as the master of puppets in the firing line
death deftly plays his servant

On your face a bright flash of combat grin
Marked with the blood a flag on a rock
the sign on a banner will accusing you
hiding blood on hands of the enemy